[Author's note: This is part of a continuous story, it's not really a stand-alone chapter. I recommend reading the parts continuously, and not jumping into it cold.]
Kitty doesn't just tell me, her husband, that she loves me. She says "I love you" to a lot of men -- long-time boyfriends, recent ones, even one-time lovers. She's the sweetest person ever, because, she truly always means it. She's never leading anyone on; instead, she has nothing but lust and love for each of the men in her life, wanting all of us to be completely happy, and to be fully satisfied, as best as she can, with the limited time most of her married or attached boyfriends have for her.
I suppose, if you were a complete moron like that guy Pete we'd end up meeting a couple of weeks later, you might think she was a fucking tramp, a liar, or simply clueless what the definition of "love" is. But she's none of those things.
I think, instead, you just need to know what she means when she says "I love you" to someone.
That's a difficult thing to know, however.
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It was the Thursday before the long Fourth of July weekend, which was going to begin on the next day, Friday the Fourth. Kitty's soft breaths fell on the beads of sweat dotting Rick's muscular chest, as the mid-day sunlight bathed both of their bodies in golden warmth through our guest bedroom's window. As she lay her small body along his long, rigid frame, she felt his own deep sighs pushing her little body back and forth, swaying with the rising and falling of his muscle-bound ribcage. Lying on her side next to him, she parted her knees slightly more, pressing her sloppy, used vagina against Rick's powerful hips, and her one arm draped across his six-pack stomach so her small breasts and still-hard nipples hugged her lover a little more tightly.
Flicking her hair back, her beautiful, slanted, brown Asian eyes looked so petite next to her gorgeous boyfriend. He was dreamy to her -- half-Latin, half-white, not quite 40 years old, Rick had close-cut dark curly hair over a strong, boyishly-young face, scared from mostly-healed cuts and bruises he voluntarily obtained during his amateur MMA workouts on weekends. The Regional VP at a major, household-name bank, his dress shirt and slacks were money all the way, custom made, dry cleaned after each wearing. His chest was a rock -- sporting his powerful six-pack stomach and muscular pectorals and tight little brown nipples. There wasn't a drop of flab on his six-foot-four body, the perfect complement to his GQ-quality face.
Neither the handsome married male nor his Asian mistress were sleeping, but they were recharging after a furious, heated session of their typically animal and passionate sex. Clutching her sexy boyfriend's hulky body, not a drop of fat on it, Kitty found herself giggling, almost laughing out loud. She felt Rick stir and look at her, and she explained. "Ohhh fuck I'm sore," she panted, "you've really worn me out today?"
"I did, huh?" He pushed his hip in the direction of her vagina pressing against it, imparting a little bit of pressure against her allegedly sore pussy. "You saying you don't wanna stay for another hour, and get more of Mr. Happy stuffed inside your hot little pussy?" Rick had named his cock.
Although sensitive to contact, the grinding of his manly hip and the thought of more sex with him made her ache for his sex again. My wife lifted her chest a bit, sliding above his, so his firm little pale-pink nipple was below her face. She stuck her tongue out, swirling around his nipple, then licking some of his sexy flat chest. "Mmmm, I'm saying since I have you here, I better get as much of Mr. Happy into my pussy as you can give me!"
Her boyfriend's broad paw slipped down her little body, cupping her perspiry soft buttocks in his flattened palm and stroking the sweat and juices off of it. "God, you know, Kitty," the cheating husband mused with a touch of melancholy in his normally playful voice, "I'm never as happy anywhere else as I am with you -- don't you wish we could do this a lot, lot, lot more often -- and not have to be sneaking around on my wife and your husband?"
With her nude body wrapped over his athletic physique, feeling their deep breaths catching up from awesome lovemaking, Nadia found the concept extremely welcoming, making her body relax in a warm, light-headed daze. "Mmmm," she purred at his thought, "that would be divine -- you make me feel sooo good, baby."
"Both of us feel soo good," corrected her boyfriend, now using both of his hands to cup her buttocks and slide her little body on top of his. "It's not right, how we only get a few hours every few days, seems like it should be all the time!" His lips touched hers, opening them for a soft, romantic kiss, while his increasingly-hard 9.5 inches of cock throbbed heat on her tummy abdomen, until he had slid her all the way up and could touch his massive, swollen cockhead to Kitty's married vagina.
"Yess!" my slutty wife yelped, feeling him positioning her body over his, "fuck me, Rick!"
Right at the moment his dick was about to penetrate her pussy, the handsome, bronze-skinned stud moaned his thoughts into their sealed lips. "I love you, Kitty!"
"Mmmm, Rick!" My wife, eager to feel his awesome cock inside her pussy again and her heart filled with satisfaction, also let him know her honest feelings too. "I love you too, baby, so much -- fuck my little cunt!"
Maybe an hour later, or so, as she was standing on the floor of our guest room slipping on her panties, she heard Rick's voice from behind her, where he was still seated upright on the queen-size bed. "God your ass is so hot," he moaned, and followed up his comment with a small throw-pillow that he tossed in her direction. It landed gently against her butt, forcing my wife to stand upright before she was ready, leaving the panties in a bunch around her knees.
"Hey!" she exclaimed in mock anger, turning around. "Do you wanna go to lunch now, or what? I don't think you want the attention of me going out naked, you're a married man with a hot job at the bank, mister."
The still-nude male, his eyes roving over my wife's A-cup breasts and bald pussylips, snickered with a hunger unrelated to food. "Instead of sneaking out for a burger," he offered, "maybe we can just stay here until I have to get back to the office?" His eyes were fixated on the dripping liquid seeping out of Kitty's vagina. "Then you won't have to put any clothing over that hot little cunt, baby."
Standing upright on display for him, Kitty wiggled her legs, loosening her panties, so they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them, nude again, and started to head back for the bed. "I like that idea better, my love," she grinned, her cunt still hungry for his massive cock even though he'd already deposited three loads of sperm inside it.
